Yesterday Baby R turned 11 months old. Can it be that in just 30 days, she will have been a part of our family for a full year? It doesn't seem possible. Love that little punkin'.
As does her big sister who decided to put on one of Baby R's onesies the other day. It took me a second to realize it. S is 3 years old. THREE. She wears size 4T. Baby R wears 18 mos. But S does have a small head and is skinny, so though I was shocked that she managed to get it on at all, I found a way to believe it.
She's been cracking me up, per usual. One thing she started a few weeks ago is after we say Grace, she says, "Amen, sister!" She's been going to the different daycare so now she's added a few variations on things like wanting to hold hands when we pray, which I love, and she's been saying "sister" a little less frequently, but I have to stifle a giggle every time she does say it.
Another thing that happened a while ago was that I asked her to do something and then said, "Does that sound like a plan, Stan?" She looked at me, confused, and said, "Mommy, I'm not Stan! Stan's our neighbor!" I couldn't help but laugh. I told her she was right, and it was just a saying.
Yesterday we were out back after dinner, and S saw the neighbor in their yard with their dog, so we went over to say hello. They've been gracious enough to let her jump on their trampoline, so she wanted to do that, of course. DH had been talking about doing flips from his knees, so I put him on the spot and told S he was going to show her how to do it. Gotta give him props - he pulled it off! It was really cute. Then he got down from the tramp, and S was still playing while we adults chatted. I heard her singing and looked over, and she was high-stepping around the edge and pumping one arm singing, "(something, something, something) Amer-i-ca! (something, something, something) Amer-i-ca!" Apparently we've managed to raise quite the patriot without even knowing it!